In a dream of the night season ...I was taken as it seemed ...back in time to the dark ages ...when the churches of man were in dread power ...even unto death over those that would not agree with them and their dogma or doctored doctrine ...
And I found myself ...in darkness in front of a church ..of a daughter ...of the mother of all religions ...(as are all the churches of men of the same spirit as the mother) and it was a gothic looking place ...like unto the churches found in europe ...or some putrid place patterned after them in this country ...a dreadfull dark place ...of religious grandeur ...whose mortar is the sweat and blood of ordinary folks ...built by deception and bondage ..and robbing them ...saying God would have you build this ...this resplendently repulsive, glamourously garnished, desecrate temple made with the hands of men ...
Nevertheless there I was in front of this monument to religiosity ...and the hole are was dark around it ...and torches burned in the high places of it ...and they had an old white haired man there held captive ...way high up ..on a precipice of the corrupt cathedral ...and they of the church were displaying this old man ...to make an example of him ...for he had done something against the church ...and now were the authorities of the church going to hang him ...in front of all the people ...on the highest part of the church ...for to show what happens to those that speak against the church of men ...(as if this poor soul had spoken against God himself ...and God had no mercy on him ) ...
And so it was that the old man was tortured and hung ...though he said not a word ...and the people seeing this all went home ...God knowing their hearts over the matter ...every each one
Now it came to pass that I found myself inside the church ...and I looked up and behold ...they had now hung the old grey haired man ...from the very cathedral ceiling ...and he hung there dead above all ...for all to see ...as the might enter in to the church of man ...in the darkness ...any would see the old white haired man hanging from the highest place in the church ...
And from within the church ...came a woman ...who was old very old ...and like unto a witch ...(daughter of the mother of religion) ...yet behold when I looked at her in the light of the church she became a fair maiden ...and tried to beguile me ...and brought to me a mirror ...a looking glass ...and it was dirty so that a soul could only see in it darkly ...and when she showed me my reflection in the mirror ...I too became a young man ...and she used the mirror to shave my beard away ...to make me look more youthfully ...and as I looked more so into the reflection ...I could see also the church ...and I saw that it offered to make people ...LOOK ...or appear more worthy ...of more worth ...
Now as this was shown me this similitude of worthiness ...this outward appearance of rightness ...abwhored holiness ...I shuddered ...and turned away ...and left the church of man. Nevertheless the old daughter of religion ...went back into the corners of the churches past ...the recesses of its history ...and waited like a spider ...for another soul that might enter into the web of the cockatrice ...
Now and regarding the white haired old man that ...that was hung from the highest place in the church ...this was a man of God ...who had God in him ...and it is ..as it was ...and will shortly end ...that God's dead body will no longer ...be hung ...in the churches of men ...for appearances sake ...but will walk out after seeing themselves and the churches of men ...clearly in the mirror ...
also see God's judgement on the churches
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